Chapter 7: Don't Forcefully Kiss Me Again!
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The question kept circling in Susan's head: "Do you really care about Franco Rossi?" She mustered a smile under her father's watchful eyes.
"Yeah, Dad," she replied, "I'm kinda into that guy," she lied. It was all part of a deal, nothing more.
Mr. Miller sighed. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, giving his daughter a warm smile and pulling her into an embrace. "Just be careful not to do something you'll regret later," he advised.
Susan held onto her father for a moment. "I'll always follow your advice," she murmured, kissing Mr. Miller's cheek just as the guard signaled that their time was up. "I'll come for you tomorrow. You'll be free," she announced.
"But not innocent," he whispered, determined to prove his innocence.
*****
In the hallway, Franco Rossi leaned against a wall, focused on his phone. When Susan's footsteps approached, he didn't flinch.
"Thanks, we can go now," she said softly.
"Good," he replied curtly, looking concerned. "Let's head back to the company. I've got work, and you can catch some rest."
"What man works until midnight?" Susan wondered to herself, but she didn't comment. She had no right to; she was just another employee. She took a deep breath.
"I know it's late, and you're a busy man, but I'd like to see the villa you rented and, if possible, stay there."
"You said it's late," he snapped gruffly. "You'll see it tomorrow. But first, you need to sign our agreement, and my assistant will conduct an interview with you."
Susan furrowed her brow, not understanding.
"An interview? Your assistant picks your girlfriends? Can't you do it yourself?" she questioned, looking him in the eyes without hesitation.
Franco scoffed and smiled cynically.
"You're not my girlfriend, just a substitute."
Susan pressed her lips together, said no more, turned, and walked straight to the street. She got into the car and didn't say a word during the entire journey. When they arrived at the building, she went straight into the elevator, and as Franco was about to do the same, she closed the doors.
The man growled, pressing the elevator button repeatedly, but it was useless.
"Capricious girl," he thought to himself, grumbling.
*****
Susan arrived at the suite, pursed her lips in a thin smirk, and kicked the apartment door, remembering that only Franco Rossi had the keys.
"Damn luck," she muttered, and the elevator opened. Behind her, she felt his presence. She trembled when she sensed his steps behind her.
"Never do what you just did again!" he growled, shouting. His gaze was dark as he observed her with a frown. He grabbed her arm roughly, turned her around, and locked eyes with her.
Susan trembled but wouldn't be intimidated. She couldn't be the same girl as before, the one her father overprotected. Now, she had to start doing it on her own.
"Let go of me!" she exclaimed firmly. "No one said things would be easy between us," she murmured. "Either you treat me like a human being, or you're going to get to know me well, Franco Rossi." She straightened her face and looked at him fearlessly.
The man furrowed his brow, his jaw tightened. He let her go, grumbling.
"I'm your boss, and you have to do what I tell you," he shouted.
"I haven't signed anything yet," she responded haughtily. "And in this agreement, there are no bosses. We're partners because you need me as much as I need you. So you don't give me orders, and I don't have to bow my head and do as you ask. If your ex was like that, I am not," she yelled. "And if you want, you still have time to think it over and find another substitute girlfriend."
Franco Rossi opened his eyes in surprise. In his thirty years of life, no woman had ever spoken to him like that. Sarah always did as he said. Then he understood that things wouldn't be easy with Susan. She was proud, arrogant, but he would bring her down from her pedestal. He looked at her with a darkened gaze, getting closer to her.
Instinctively, Susan stepped back, and once again, her back hit the door.
"s**t!" she grumbled in her mind, trapped again.
"You will bend your pride, Susan Miller. You will end up doing what I ask," he whispered close to her lips.
Susan looked at him with deep seriousness.
"Maybe it'll be the other way around, and you'll end up doing my will," she replied.
Franco let out a loud laugh, snorted.
"A young, insolent girl with no experience will bend me," he said sarcastically, smiling mockingly. Susan managed to push him away.
"Don't challenge me; you have no idea what I can do," she shot back, standing tall and defiant.
"We'll see who gives up first," he said, checking her out from head to toe, "you'll willingly end up in my bed, begging me to make you mine every night."
Susan let out a gasp at his words. Her skin tingled, but she knew it was just his way of trying to seduce and intimidate her.
"I made that mistake once, and it was because I was drunk. But in my right mind, you'll never find me in your bed again, let alone begging to be yours," she replied with arrogance.
Franco smirked, his usual cynical expression in place. He grabbed her arm, pulled her close, locked eyes with her, then glanced at her lips. He licked his own, eager to taste them. After that, he seized Susan by the nape of her neck, planted a fierce kiss on her, attempting to open her mouth. But what he got in return was a knee to his groin.
Franco released her, dropping to his knees in pain, his face contorted in genuine suffering.
"Don't ever force me into a kiss again!" Susan warned. "You'll get a hit in the same spot." She pointed to Franco's groin with her hand. "Every time you try."
"You'll pay for this," he muttered through gritted teeth.
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